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unearths some literary gems.
From the Idler, vol. 6:
***[Robert Louis Stevenson writes that all his attempted, abandoned early novels] had gone for a little, and then stopped inexorably like a schoolboy's watch.***She reared herself up until she seemed the tallest and the coldest woman I had ever seen. It was an interview with a refrigerator. [Conan Doyle]***[Re. adjacent carousel orchestrions at a fair, simultaneously playing competing tunes.]There is sufficient uproar and absence of harmony to make an iron foundry blush.***[More snippets, and one illustration, attached. By the way, the W. L. Alden snippet comes from a book-review column of sorts, in which I suspect him of sneaking in at least one imaginary book!]
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